Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Day 6

Chuck, as usual, has to be involved in anything I do. He is constantly underfoot, dipping tail or whiskers into anything he can reach. Sometimes, like it is here, it's really cute. Other times, not so much.

The salt cellar he is currently investigating was a gift from a friend of my parents who I have known my entire life. It is a little painted clay pot from Panama, and it holds coarse sea salt. It generally lives on the windowsill beside our table.

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